Springtime come, and the flowers bloom.
Quiet walk in the park.
And the sun sinks and reddens.
Shelby Rose in the dark.
A yellow bird on a tree stump.
You take a stroll by the lake.
And when you see Shelby coming,
You feel your heart palpitate.
And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose how I feel.
And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose what I do.
And in a few days you tell her,
that the future is bright.
You fill her in on the prospect,
And she fills with delight.
It's a good thing you tell her.
Because you know that she'll stay.
You celebrate with some champagne,
And you wake the next day.
Every day is a walk in the park, every afternoon to the days turn dark.
Every night is heaven sent.
Every night is heaven sent.
Every day that I spend with you, every afternoon that we go to the zoo.
Every place we ever went.
Every night is heaven sent.